I sat. I just sat there. It was the first time I had just SAT in a long time. Back home, it was all work.

I'm pretty sure I'm in Florida. No wait... California. DEFINATELY California. The taste of the air tells me so, haha. I'm in California! I laugh out loud. I look to the woman on the beach 5.3 meters from me (exactly), "I'm in California!" She looks at me and awkwardly smiles, and slowly turns away. Must be a flaw in character, I think. Or... I need to work on my Earth etiquette.

It was funny. I had traveled to England, Ontario, Maui, Sydney, more...and now California... All in one day. Well, not one day for me, of course.

I had found the perfect day. The day where every tolerable place on Earth was even more tolerable, all at the same time. So I went back and was keeping a count on all the places that were perfect in this one day. I opened my eyes again and looked up. The sun was just above my head, and moving quickly. Bloody hell, I thought, I was going to go parachuting! I can't come back here today again! I can't risk a paradox... So I got up off my beach chair and found that unreliable-looking man promising me a "vacation experience to remember". I cant express enough how much fun danger is. What's the fun in choosing an actual trained pilot to drop you out of the sky? I got into the man's van and he took me on a drive to his rickety old plane and suited me up in an actual decent-looking parachute. As the plane climbed into the air, I looked over Flor- no! California, and I sighed. Earth was so beautiful. If I could actually get involved in some important historical events, my visit would be WAY more fun. The pilot gave me the "shoo! Go!" signal, so, with my two hearts beating, I jumped out of the old-fashioned flying machine.

•••••

That was not how i imagined skydiving. How was I supposed to know that the parachute wouldn't shoot out? If I hadnt used my sonic, I would have ended my vacation early in "Cali-Florida" (i get the name mixed up way too often. I move too quickly in my vacation to get the names of cities right!"

As I lay on the beach, the sun started to set. This is why I wanted to travel to Earth. Everything on Gallifrey was so... red. On earth, it was so colourful and different wherever you went, bo matter if it was the same day or not. So I sat on the beach, watching the gold sand glow golder than usual and the palm leaves glitter in the light on the setting sun. And when the sun was down, I thought... where too next?

The question was, where HADNT'T I been in the last months? where should I go? London? No, been there and done that. Canada? Nah, too cold... Italy? Italy! I would go to Rome! I would need to make sure that the TARDIS would translate my name...

I had begun to call myself Saffron. I like it... but it wasnt my Gallifreyan name. I couldnt say that name on Earth, though; people would think of me strangely. They might even get suspicious. My Gallifreyan name seemed just too... Gallifreyan. I also had begun to call the TARDIS a name; Genine. Reminds me of the word "genuine", which is what she is. I gave her a name so that if someone asks me where I go at night, I can just say "I'm meeting my friend Genine." Makes it easier to say without thinking twice. Also, makes me feel less lonely.

I was running back to her when suddenly I saw something. A blue box in the alley. Being, well... me, I knew what it was. It was a public police call box from the United Kingdom, around the 1960s in my knowledge. But what was it doing in Cali-Florida, 2015?

I investigated. I walked around the box, jumped in a crate to check out the windows, opened the "Pull to Open" sign to investigate the "phone", only to see that it was...fake?! I knew what this was! It was a TARDIS with a broken chameleon circuit! It wasn't everyday that you saw another Timelord or Timelady on vacation in the exact same time, place and planet as you. I heard from the inside, a male's voice, "Clara, get ready to see the beautiful gardens of Raquelflufus! Get ready for your mind to be BLOWN!" I was confused; this was not the planet Raquelflufus! This was Cali-Florida! But before I could think anything else over, the doors opened, and I was ran over by a tall man in a bowtie.

"Get off of me!" I yelled. I had decided right then and there that I was going to mess with these two for getting me sidetracked. If I spent the night in Cali-Florida, it would ruin the whole vacation! I wanted to spend my whole vacation in only one day. Anyways, I needed him off of me. If this strange man felt my two hearts beating, the whole prank would be ruined.

Luckily, this guy followed directions, and he immediately got off of me, pulled me up and brushed himself off. "Sorry! I was just getting out of my..." His face crumpled up, trying to find a word to describe the TARDIS in front of me, "mobile phone". I almost laughed out loud! If you were trying the be discreet about owning a bloody time machine, would you really call it a MOBILE phone? I liked this man; he obviously didn't care if people got suspicious of him! I immediately ended the prank. I was looking to find a way to bring him to Genine when he suddenly looked around and brushed past me.

He got a hold of his surroundings he sniffed the air, whispering "humid...", and suddenly advanced down the alleyway. He picked up a piece of palm leave and licked it, smacked his lips and turned around. "Clara, sorry, must have messed up the coordinates. We are in CALIFORNIA, not the planet of the Fulridio bird." A shout came from inside the "mobile phone", "Cali? Well, Doctor, we might as well stay! I've always wanted to go to California!" The man, who I now knew could not think up an ordinary Earth name to give himself, rolled his eyes. "We'll, come on then!", he shouted as he advanced down he alley to the beach. Suddenly a very pretty girl with brown hair emerged from the TARDIS. She must be Clara. But...something was suspicious. I felt attached to her in some way.